If wishes were like dishes

If wishes were like dishes
They'd be stacked up to the sill.
And if all my cares were hamburgers
I'd surely have my fill.

If petty plights were Northern Lights
The sky would be replete.
I'd often stumble as I strode,
And rarely see my feet.

If idle thoughts were pans and pots
I'd cook a feast of fishes,
With lemons and admonishments
To put away the dishes.

If grumbled threats were household pets
I'd hie off to a farm.
My house is incommodious
For such a dearth of charm.

If moans and sighs were apple pies
There'd be gobs of skinny grannies.
Their idle hands with naught to do,
Nor much to pad their fannies.

If odious glares were horses' hairs
I'd invest in violins;
And cellos too and fiddlers' bows;
I'd rosin them with sins.

If worries were all flurries
Then I'd bid farewell to Fall.
And embrace the arms of Winter
As I'm held beneath her thrall.

If pains and aches were wedding cakes
I'd never doff my kilt.
And kiss all the pretty girls' cheeks
With not a whit of guilt.

If angry frowns were circus clowns
I'd live inside a tent.
And have to wear top hat and tails
Nearly everywhere I went.

If all my dreams were frothy streams
I'd quench the world's thirst.
And if squalour were a contest, well,
I'd come right near to first.

But late at night with this my plight
Running rampant through my head,
I'm becalmed by but a single thought:
I've a wife and son abed.

~Simian Farmer

Comments

[elizabeth]

oh, so not fair making me veklempt this early in the morning! Just lovely, Si. Kudos on the poem AND the pic of Amy. Way to go, Sally ;)

[fv]

good one!

[Linda]

A mile of smiles. (needed, by the way.)
Thank you.

[E.M. Gitane]

I love this poem. I accidentally came across it after googling a quote from Moe on the Simpsons ("If wishes were horses I'd be eating wish meat sandwiches every night").